Page 35 of One Reckless Moment

“Why are you screaming?” Cash croaked, popping his head up and squinting into the light.

I sighed a breath of relief and placed my hand on my heart. Thank god I didn’t fall into bed with a stranger when I was black out drunk.

I picked up a pillow and heaved it at Cash, causing him to groan and sit up.

“Where the fuck are we? What happened last night?”

“Stop yelling at me. Jesus,” he groaned as he gripped his head.

“No, Cash, I won’t stop yelling at you. We’re in an unknown hotel room in Vegas. Together,” I emphasized.

I frantically waved my hands around the room when something caught my eye. I glanced down at my left hand and noticed a marquise diamond ring on a simple gold band stacked on top of a ring of diamonds.

I screamed again.

Cash’s eyes went wide at my stunned expression. I knew then that his memories came flooding back at the same time mine did.

We were at Bootleggers spilling all of our secrets and drowning in tequila. Cash asked me to dance and we spun around the dance floor until we were breathless. Cash said I would look beautiful with a diamond on my finger like I’d always dreamed of, so we walked to a jeweler and he bought me a ring. I suggested we go to a chapel just for fun, and things got hazy from there.

It was just a joke. It was a funny bit to make me feel better. It wasn’t real.

“No.” I looked around frantically for my purse. “No. No. No. No. No.”

I found my purse and ripped it open. Tucked inside was the paper I was hoping wouldn’t be there.

I screamed again.

Cash stood and stalked over to me. “That can’t be real.”

“Oh, it’s real,” I barked.

“It can’t be.” He started pacing and running his hands through his hair.

“We got married last night, Cash.” I held the paper up in front of his face.

“We can fix this,” he mumbled as he kept pacing.

“How the fuck do we fix this?”

“Easy. We get divorced.” He smiled at me, as if he solved the world’s problems.

“Oh.” I slapped my forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that? Sure. Let’s hire a lawyer. Except the only lawyer I know is my father’s.”

“We can hire another lawyer.”

“You have the money for that?”

Cash froze.

He didn’t. We both knew he didn’t. We also both knew that there was no way to hide this divorce from my family.

I started pacing. “My brothers are going to kill you. Lottie is going to be heart broken. My father is going to disown me. Fuck, how did this even happen?”

“We can keep it on the down-low for a while and figure it out. I promise, we’ll figure this out. One mistake won’t ruin our lives.”

I was hungover and fragile, but something about Cash calling me a mistake made the pressure behind my eyes build. This was not ideal, I knew that. But it still hurt.

Maybe I was being dramatic, but I needed water and pain killers before I could fathom a rational thought.